Over my head

Black crows




between the snowflakes.

Landing on barren tress

To accent the slate sky.

The whiteness continuing until it

Blends into the heavens.

A picturesque graveyard.

No flowers lie on this newfallen snow.

I'm so gifted, and smart, and spirited…

I'll be a star, a lawyer, a wife, a mother,

But before then…

I'll just lie here for a few minutes,

to catch my breath.

Yeah, just give me a few slow last breaths.

Yes, yes,

You're tired.

Just escape from your mind.

The worries,

the yelling,

the tears.

Just rest for a few minutes.

Crows will sing your last lullaby,

Pillowy snow will sooth your




Just a few minutes rest…